An idea I've been toying with for a bit. It's a second tier story, so don't expect daily updates for this one or anything, but I thought it might be fun.
Genie Town
Prologue
Cell Block 13,
Abracatraz Fairy Correctional Facility.
Well, that's just life, ain't it? You finally get a break in life, and it's followed by the cops. Didn't even get a trial or anything – jarhead just threw me in here for the lulz, I guess.
To be really honest, it's kinda refreshing to get off that madhouse they call Earth. At least here I can relax.
Oh, wait – I'm guessing you're kinda confused, ain't ya? Name's Norm; I'm a genie. Well, I was a genie, but as of yesterday, that groove is broken!
So is my freedom, my possessions and my wallet. But I'm not too broken up about it. Jarhead can't keep me in here together.
What? You wanna hear my story? What are ya, my biographer?
Alright, fine, have it your way. I was born in…ah, I can't remember. 1500BC? 1000BC? Look, it was a long time ago. I do remember where I was born, though – Babylon, the D.C. of Mesopotamia. Seriously, though, all it had going for it was some code of laws and a fancy garden. If you want tourist stuff, go to Greece.
Anyway, I've had a lot of masters. Some were alright – heck, Alexander the Great may have been a warmonger, but he was a dang good partier! Problem is, you can only stand so many centuries of unconditional slavery before it starts to get really jading.
Gradually, I changed my tone. None of my masters actually card about me as a person, they just wanted their wishes. So I started messing with them. You want immortality? You never mentioned eternal youth. You want wealth? I'll drop several pounds of gold on ya. You want to lead your armies to Moscow? Fine – have fun with that Russian winter, Addie.
I sucked to them because they sucked to me. People suck, friend – never forget it.
So, how did I get my freedom? Well, that's a long story. Might wanna take a seat, kid. We're gonna be here a long time…